WALKIN IN MY SLEEP

If you see that gal of mine, tell her if you please,
Next time bring some bread, and roll up her dirty sleeves.

Walkin in my sleep, babe,
Walkin in my sleep,
Up and down that Dixie Line,
Walkin in my sleep.

Pain in my fingers, pain in my toes,
Pain in my ankle bone, ain't gonna work no more.

Yonder come my baby, how do you think I know?
Know her by her curly hair, hangin' down below.

by the Bluegrass Boys, recorded at Piper's Gap, Virginia. On "Bluegrass from the Blue Ridge," Folkways Records Album No. F 3832, 1967. Collected in the field by Eric H. Davidson, Paul Newman, and Caleb E. Finch.

Didn't know Paul Newman was a folksong collector, did you? One of those little-known facts, like Heddy Lamarr's career as an atomic scientist.